Fireside Chat Between The Grinch and God/dess

How can it be,
That You,
Love me?

Outrageously, abidingly, eternally,
For no reason.

‘Tis the season,
To know,
How this can be so.

No strings,
No bling,
No heavy hands,
Not a single demand.

How can the likes of me,
Accept that Your Love IS…
Completely, unabashedly
Free…?

To choose,
To gain,
To lose,
To dance with the wind,
To temper the pain,
To rise from the ashes,
And feel the rain,
On my skin.

To build a dream,
To tear it down,

To wrestle,
And nestle,
To feel the beauty within.
To weep and scream,
To screw things up,
And eat ice cream…

All the while LOVED.

No question,
No debate,
Nothing to prove,
Nothing to rate.
No ticket to buy,
No fish to fry.

Ever.

How can it be,
That You,
Love me?

Outrageously, abidingly, eternally,
For no reason.

‘Tis the season,
To know,
How this can be so.

Instead of continuing to ask, ask, ask,
“Let me count the ways”.
Let me set my weary mind (and clever rhymes) to rest,
And allow my heart to bask.

Merry, Happy, Blessed, Bah-Ho-ho-HO.